The woman

I long to be there, holding you soft...
I ache to touch your skin...

You tell me quietly in my dreams that I am your one,
I know that as the truth, for you are mine...

What we have known is gone, just what we are is perfect.
I thought, until I met you there was no one to make me happy,
No one that could bring this peace to my heart.
Then there was you...
Then there was you...

You, and I became one on that silent beach last September, and now,
We are perfect...
We are perfect...

I was down, I was me.
No one special...
Not worth time...
And you found me.

You found me, fell for me, and made me.
You made me.

You made me us.
I made you see love.
We are perfect.
Then there was us.

There was us.
There is us.

And we are perfect.

To all the things I hold close...
I find myself wanting you, needing you.
Lusting after you.
Of all the things I am, nothing of what I was.

I find in myself, the love I never knew was...
Possible.

Impossible

I know all things there are now.
All things in love, wanting, needing...
I find myself thinking, knowing, and seeing you.